It's Like That (Alternate Version)

[Intro]

I'm wit it, get live wit it

Yeah

Yeah, I'm back

Big Tone, Ta'Raach, Jay Dee

What?

[Verse 1: Hodge Podge]

I'ma let y'all niggas pop the coochie (Why?) 'cause you pussy

Plus this .45 bustin' a back that ass up like Juvie

Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits

And if you don't like it, you can get it and stick it where the sun don't glisten (Punks)

Niggas is critics and some don't listen

I told y'all (What?), persevering through all of this bullshit

And life is a black six and a hood-rat catching a contact

Plus the Hennessy, get my brains blown out like John Kennedy

Remember me, split a nigga ear to cheek within the beat (Why?)

Best kept secret, got some shit fixin' to hit the street

Y'all niggas ain't even a issue (Nah)

So real, a nigga bleed through the pencil

It's like that

[Verse 2: Lacks]

I need a day off the scene (Why?) 'cause y'all gay motherfuckers is mean

I'm seen buyin' beats off this nigga, that's like the end of my career (Yeah?)

I tell a nigga like fuzz, man, fuck that

I'm tryin' to have these bitches like, "You see me, I touch Lacks"

Give niggas pounds like, "See me, I touch Lacks"

Plus tracks bangin' out the back of the Range

Respect my gun and (Blaow), I speak with a double barrel slang

In unison with this music in the back of my brain

Rockin' straw hats and Pradas, Com eatin' on McDonald's

But I know the time (Dawg), it's time to get you up a bottle (Uh)

Some shit that's hard to swallow, you ain't even a issue (Nah)

I'm so real, a nigga ain't gotta diss you

It's like that, uh

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Lacks]

I got a new respect for half-ass rappers and wack producers

There's something about pure talent that attracts the useless

But drains the pure talent juices (Yeah)

That's detrimental to the rootless that drink artificially flavored sodas

Big egos like compensate smalls frames like Yodas

America made to break down like dollar store purchases

But so called real niggas turn to catholic services (You know)

You know perpin' is you, don't hate me (Come on)

I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old

Where rap cats is cold like Michigan weather

Sportin' Fubu gear, pushin' Timberland leather

Through city blocks with scriptures that blast

And turn motherfuckers into father figures

Y'all niggas better recognize

Ain't shit jumpin' off unless Ta'Raach authorize

Tell a nigga like this, make like Dwele and Rize

'Cause B.C. and everything we make is fly

[Verse 4: Hodge Podge]

I got a lot of shining to do

And when I drop I'ma redefine hot (Why?)

See y'all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do

I'm tryin to get a spot with a view (Uh-huh)

A tan six and a watch band with a diamond or two (Bling)

Understand it, granted I'ma bust 'til I can't breathe

And every chicken alive got my cover to Vibe

Next to Usher and Jay-Z's (Yeah)

The Montana way (Uh, Tony) to crashin' Caboray

Glass of 'Zay cradled, link swingin' past my navel (Why?)

Cocky enough to captivate you, you all consumed

Just smell the aeric that's in the air when I walk in the room (Huh, a playboy)

Recognize with G Quest and press on

And if it ain't dawn, y'all niggas still pawns on the chess board (Like Cat said)

Don't nobody give a fuck until you get them ducks and hit 'em up

I spit for the bucks, square business, what?

[Outro: Jay Dee]

What? Niggas, it's like that

Jay Dee, drop the beat, what?